' The Wife Watcher’s Party ' … (Part 3)

[Bertram W Bronson]

“The Wife Watcher’s Party”

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 3 … (The legend of Monterey)


Minutes later, in the periphery of my vision, I saw our hostess approaching from across the patio. Marilyn slipped onto the cushioned bench by my side, she leaned close and I felt the warmth of her arm against mine. Glancing through the open French doors at the dance floor, she whispered, “Your wife and Marc, they make a handsome couple.”

“Mmmm,” I barely managed to murmur as I stared at the sight of my wife’s blonde head snuggled against the side of his neck.

Marilyn slipped her hand onto mine, “Marc’s a genuinely good guy,” she whispered. “…a fine choice for Wendy.”

Comforted by her assurance, I sat mute and we watched my inexperienced young wife in his arms… his intrigue and her level of fascination growing bit-by-bit. Slowly twirling to the soft music, we began to see his knee slipping between Wendy’s long legs, his upper thigh intermittently pressing against the rise of her pubic bone, while his probably stiffening penis lifted against her belly.

“Your Wendy has lovely legs,” Marilyn mused, “… such trim shapely ankles.”

Long-legged and tall in her heels, her pubic mound and the softly-haired crease of Wendy’s vagina seemed perfectly aligned with his pressing groin. A touch of embarrassment flushed her face; my wife discreetly glanced around and eased her hips away, but only a little. And soon, yielding to the gentle but insistent pressure of his hand on her lower back, she allowed her smoothly rounded belly to re-settle against his groin. Head on his shoulder, with lowered lashes hiding the shimmering blue of her eyes, her hand continued caressing his neck, fingertips ruffling and then smoothing the dark hair on the back of his handsome head.

“Your wife seems quite fascinated with him,” my hostess whispered. “Have you seen them kiss?”

“Not… not yet.”

“Your pretty Wendy fits very nicely in his arms… her hips move so smoothly against his. Are you noticing how she stares up into his eyes… if he can get your wife alone it’s very likely they’ll make love.”

My hostess’s prophetic murmur soaked into my muddled brain. I thought of them finally disappearing into a room… a private room with a wide bed. I saw her sitting primly on the side of the bed... watched him kissing her warmly parted lips as he eased my wife gently down onto her back… his hand drifting slowly under the hem of her loose skirt. The hostess’s whispered words, my thoughts, sent a wash of tingling, overwhelming excitement rushing up my spine.

I felt a little light-headed, my mind and thoughts drifting. The night sounds, the chirping of insects faded from my consciousness. From the high rocky cliff, I sat staring dumbly out across Monterey Bay. Heavenly stars continued sending their shimmering sparkles across the swimming pool, but I heard nothing, saw nothing but the sordid images of her prophesy hovering before my eyes. They pranced about in my mind… pictures of Marc pulling down my wife’s panties, dropping his pants and slipping between her spread legs. It now seemed so real… so very possible. The images of his erect penis both teased and tormented my mind… I saw it…

…up-thrusting, long and thick.

…her soft warm fingers closing around it.

…the swollen head pulsing with increasing need.

…her dainty fingers leading it to her slippery warmth.

“Oh God,” I groaned aloud. Beside me my hostess shifted on the seat, her hand squeezing my arm, “Brad… Brad, are you all right?”

“Uh-huh, I just kinda drifted away for a moment.”

Floating back to reality, my eyes refocused on the dance floor… on the sight of my lovely young wife in the arms of another man, his loins against hers… her moist warm lips a bare inch from his. A first kiss seemed but moments away. Now my eyes never wavered, waiting to see his lips pressing against hers… see my wife's first step along the shivery pathway to our fantasy. Panic and remorse might come later, but now I felt only the pointy knife blade of excitement flicking stinging little nicks up and down my back.

And Marc was smooth, we watched him holding my Wendy close, petting, but not publicly groping her, yet preparing her for the bed he knew waited. Through the swirling crowd of bodies we watched my adorable wife in his arms. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And he was clever; the swaying beat of the slow music seemed a socially acceptable reason for his thigh to be rhythmically rubbing against her pubic mound. With their shifting feet moving to the music, from time-to-time his upper leg slipped between Wendy’s slightly parted thighs. She was lifting up onto her toes and for just a fraction of a heart-beat they seemed to cling… his muscular thigh against my wife's warm genitalia, her thighs gripping his leg before easing her groin away. Clearly a rhythmic prelude of what was to come and I could feel the tension clear to the tips of my toes.

“Is this exciting for you Brad, watching your wife in his arms and knowing what’s likely to happen?”

“Oh God yes,” I groaned. I was a quivering bundle of nerves, my throat gone dry.

A spinning halo of excitement hovered in the air… swirling and twisting in a coital rhythm around their swaying bodies. With her warm cheek resting comfortably against his, my wife’s blue eyes seemed glazed, staring off into some imagined place. As I watched her in his arms, saw her loins pressing against his, I knew my wife’s vagina was wetting for him… that a warm slipperiness was slowly gathering along that snug hair-lined seam between her legs. I thought of his hips between Wendy's silky thighs, his long cock slipping smoothly into the gluey warmth of my wife’s vagina. My knees were shaking… the realization squirmed into every cell in my brain…

‘This guy is… is really gonna fuck my wife……….’

Oh my God, it was a raw sensation of feelings. Can you just image the very moment when that long held fantasy ends… and suddenly the realization takes a tight grip on your guts?

And somewhere back in numbness of my brain, I heard Marilyn whisper, “Oh my… Brad, your wife is so young… and so blonde and pretty, they’ll be marvelous in bed together. And she has such long shapely legs. Marc will love having her…”

“But your hand… Brad your hand… its trembling.” Marilyn reached across and her soft warm fingers settled over the back of my wrist. She squeezed… a gesture of understanding, and I heard her softly whispered question.

“Brad, will you be comfortable with this… after… after it’s happened…?”

“Mmm… I’ll… I’ll be all right,” I mumbled.

“Well, you know Brad, if you allow this to happen…if you let Marc make love with your wife, it will always be there… that burning image hovering in your mind.” She paused watching the emotions playing across my flushed face. “Marc would be very disappointed, but you can still step out there and take Wendy from his arms… take her back to your hotel bed and make love to each other.”

“Not yet… I… I’ll be okay…”

Kindly spoken, her words were an offer of reprieve, a pardon for the condemned man in the final minutes before his execution. And yes, I did play with the idea of stopping it, I thought of tapping Marc on the shoulder… of taking my wife’s hand and swirling her away into the crowd of dancers. I could leave him standing there, my sweet Wendy’s lingering scent but a memory of what might have been. But locked in some emotional paralysis I sat frozen to my seat as the moment grew ever closer.

Fear and jealously aside, somewhere deep in the turmoil of my mind, I knew I was really going to permit this to happen… that I’d given Wendy the gift of this man, hers to enjoy on this magical night and such a gift is not easily reclaimed. It was done, and I would stand aside and allow my shy wife to experience the exciting thrill of another man getting her down on a bed and nudging her knees apart.

And I knew she'd initially struggle and resist. There’d be shrill cries of fear and excitement as he moved his hips between her thighs. But once it began, and she felt the thumping thrusts of his stiffened prick, I knew she’d lie under him with her legs sprawled. The pictures flitted through my mind, her pearly toes up-pointed, the image of her lying there squealing and wiggling her buttocks. Still, the images were like sharp sticks piercing my heart and I remember feeling the swirling blend of emotions, the excitement, the shame and the utter humiliation of giving my timid wife to Marc. But somehow… well, I just couldn't stop it.

The bedrooms were on the upper level of the house and I began to wondered how I should act if they left the dance floor and moved in that direction. Should I turn my face away, pretend not to notice my timid wife walking away with short hesitant steps? Just avoid any backward glances and spare myself the belly twisting sight of him leading my shy Wendy up the long spiral staircase to some waiting bed?

Cool against the back of my hot sweaty neck, a little breeze finally drifted in from across the bay. And for the next minute or two, I sat quietly with my pretty hostess, listening to the dance music, feeling the comfort and assurance of Marilyn’s hand on my wrist. A waiter passed with a tray of drinks. I grabbed one and gulped it down and it quickly added to the burning feeling in my stomach. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing an introspection of my swirling thoughts. And I began to wonder if just watching my wife disappearing up that staircase with another man was going to be a big part of the deep crazy thrill…

And there were subtle notions I couldn't quite put my finger on. Thoughts and feelings of seeing him clasping Wendy’s hand and watching her being taken from me… seeing the back of her blonde head and the curvy shape of her swaying back-side as she vanishes from my view. Somehow I sensed the loss of visual contact was going to heighten my imagination and intensify the wild belly-griping excitement. I sat there playing with the mental pictures of the bed, of him tipping my blushing wife onto her back. And I realized, being left behind, left all alone with my racing thoughts, not knowing and not seeing… well, it was going to send a crazy mix of thrills and anguish into the pit of stomach.

And I sensed the time approaching… My palms became sweaty as I thought of my wife undressing for him… slipping out of her skimpy panties… turning open-kneed onto her back, her warmly wetted vagina exposed and available to another man… the head of his stiffened cock sliding smoothly through the tangle of brownish curls and into the pink juicy warmth. My mind saw him pressing tightly against her up-turned pubis… saw a mingling of pubic hairs and the warm slippery linking of genitalia. Bed jiggling sounds and my Wendy’s first shrill cry reverberated through my mind and my voice became husky with the emotional strain.

“Marilyn, do you think she’ll really… really let him make love with her?” I managed to whisper.

“Uh-huh, I think she will.” Her eyes flicked upward as she murmured close to my ear. “Brad, gaze up at that star-filled-sky. Do you smell the warm salt air? Lovers call it the Magic of Monterey and your wife seems to be falling under the sweet urgency of its spell.”

“Just an illusionary local legend,” I muttered.

“Mmmm perhaps, but it is said… on some starry nights, the Goddess of Love looks down upon Monterey, upon this mansion and upon this particular rocky pinnacle. Her gentle hand calms the crashing seas that pound our rocky shore; she reduces them to undulating waves that mimic the hips of lovers.”

“More silly legend,” I mumbled.

Marilyn’s serious tone became whispery soft. “Well Brad, on these special nights, it’s believed that young girls surrender their virginity, that married women take lovers… and honeymooning couples conceive first babies.”

At the mention of babies, I drew a deep sighing breath. Given his choice, Marc would certainly make love to my young fertile wife with no protection. I thought of him vigorously taking my sweet shy Wendy with a long stiff bare cock… her knees pressed back… the swollen head of his cock thrusting deep into the pink mucus warmth of her vagina… I thought of how it would take place, the squishy skin-to-skin fucking… her slippery fluids oozing out and wetting the little curls of blondish pubic hair. And I heard her whimpers and the groans as he tightened against her groin and released pulsing spurts of sperm deep into her little round belly. My sighing breath came back out as soft groan.

“Oh Brad don’t fret, he’ll be very good with Wendy,” my hostess whispered. “Marc has the looks of a movie star and lovemaking capacity of a stallion. And your wife… well, if Wendy lets him, she’ll love every tingling moment.”

Something fluttered in my stomach, “but where… how will this happen?”

“Brad, remember how your party invitation… how it magically just disappeared from your e-mail data, so if I tell you about something… something esoteric and very secret, will it stay just between us?”

“Uh-huh… of course.”

“Well, only a few very influential people know of this, but on the top floor, way at the back of the mansion something rather unusual has been built… a suite of hidden rooms with very particular features. And sometime during the next hour, or even in the next few minutes, Marc will take your wife to this special place.”

“Oh Marilyn… that sounds strange and a little too scary, I don't want my wife forced or hurt.”

“Of course not Brad, not a hair on that pretty blonde head will be harmed, but… almost for a certainty; your shy wife will fall under the magic spell. And after a little emotional struggle, your lovely Wendy will take her clothes off for Marc… and your blushing little naked wife will roll onto her back and make passionate love with him.”

“You're sure? In this special room, she won't be hurt or harmed… not one hair?”

“Not one hair,” you ask? “Well Brad, likely their love-making will be lengthy and vigorous, so of course that lovely long blonde hair will get a little tangled and disheveled and…”

“… and what else Marilyn…??? I want my wife to enjoy the experience, but not be emotionally harmed… so what are you saying, what are you telling me?”

“Only that she’ll end up flush faced and rumpled and probably there’ll be a few red marks on the sides of her neck… and well, maybe near the nipples of her breasts.”

“That’s it?” mumbled … “Maybe a few little love-bites on her neck and nipples, but no intimidation, and not one hair harmed?”

“Be assured Brad, no harm will come to your sweet Wendy… enticement oh yes, but no intimidation,” she smiled. “If your lovely wife makes love with Marc, it will be because she realizes that she wants to. So Marc won't harm even one silky blonde hair, not even the little short curly ones in her groin. But after it’s over… well, your bashful Wendy will come back to you rumpled and with a very soiled panty crotch… and her loosened vagina… well, let’s just say it might be little tender for a day or two, but harmed… no not really.”

“Thanks’ Marilyn, I feel better knowing… I love my little Wendy so much, if her pubic hairs get a little wet and ruffled and her vagina’s a little sore after, well fine, but I'd feel terrible if she doesn’t have a good experience.”

“Brad, I really believe she'll love it, and I can’t assure you of every little detail, but realize, your Wendy is a petite girl and Marc’s penis is supposedly rather lengthy, the head becomes very thickly swollen… and he’ll be thrusting the long length of his penis deeply into her vagina, so if your wife is a girl who has strong multiple orgasms… well, for a couple of days she'll be a little dreamy-eyed and have a warm achy feeling in her belly muscles.”

“My wife does have strong orgasms, at least a couple each time,” I mumbled… “Her stomach clenches, she squeals and gets those sort of… involuntary deep contractions and muscle spasms. But Wen is so shy, I wonder if she'll clench and have spasms like that with Marc?”

“Mmmm, it’s very likely. And Marc will feel the approach of her orgasms and at the right moment, he'll press the head of his penis deeply onto her vagina and hold tight against her groin while those hard spastic contractions are rippling through her stomach. So with her vagina gripped tightly around the long length of his penis… well, her strong orgasms are apt to strain her belly muscles a little.”

“Ohh god, I hope his long penis doesn’t hurt Wendy.”

“Brad, the head of his penis will stretch your wife's snug little vagina quite a bit, but what she'll feel is the sweetest little pain in this world. So Wendy’s dreamy eyes, her tender vagina and the little achy feeling in her belly will just be a pleasant reminder of Marc’s long strong penis. And for sure Brad, your wife will love the feeling, the residuary tenderness in her lower stomach.”

“You think so? And she may feel it in her stomach… for a few days?”

“Ohhh yes… and the memory of his big penis… the sweet little pain will be very fresh in her mind. From time-to-time she may be working around the house and you may notice her getting quiet, moving about more slowly. She might lower her lashes, that dreamy gaze will cloud her eyes. She may whisper that she has to pee and slip away, and well, not come back very quickly. But Wendy will love doing it with Marc… really she will.”

Marilyn paused, looking into my eyes, testing me while letting all the sordid images sink in. I thought of my shy Wendy slipping into our bathroom to masturbate, or alone on our bed with her panties off, masturbating with her toys… thinking of Marc… closing her eyes, sliding the rubber penis into her vagina, listening to the squishy noises and thinking about his cock. It was an odd feeling, one I hadn't expected. And I wondered what it might feel like to come home from work and see her a little flushed… maybe see the bedspread wrinkled and wonder if… if maybe she’s been on our bed… touching herself.

“Brad, tell me honestly… how do you feel about sitting down here and waiting until he ‘finishes’ with your wife? Wendy is very lovely, so Marc won't hurry to bring her back… so what’s going to happen, well… it might happen more than once and so it may take a while…”

Her question, the vividness of the following comment just tightened the noose around my gut… the thought of Marc screwing my wife once… catching a breath and maybe getting between her bent knees a second time. And with Wendy out of my sight and having to wait and wonder how long it was going to take him to finish with her. Ohhh my God, every passing minute would be an agony, sitting alone, knowing, but not really knowing… just seeing it in my mind… just imagining his longer cock, the head thickly swollen and my sweet wife's cries and whimpers.

And I'd be counting down every agonizing minute. I thought of him cumming in my wife, holding tight against her groin, pubic bones rubbing and their moistened hairs meshing together in that final sticky tangle. Coated with a slippery film of my wife's fluids, I knew his long up-curving cock would be stiffened out and fully sheathed into the slick creamy warmth of Wendy’s vagina… her pink inner flesh warmly glued around the pulsing head of his cock. And oh God… there would be the spurting of his sperm… several pulsing spurts splashing into the depth of her married belly… melding with fertile female fluids…

“Oh my God,” I groaned. I thought of Wendy lying on her back, weak and exhausted, Marc, lifting from between my wife's legs… drawing a slightly softened, long glistening cock out of her stretched vagina… his sperm trickling down between her buttocks. “Marilyn,” I gasped. “The waiting, the wondering… it’ll be slow torture…”

While I squirmed, Marilyn spoke to me, her voice softening into a serious quiet tone.

“Well Brad, then let me ask you something… the Roadrunner has approved this, so if I was to arrange it, would you like to secretly watch them… be hidden close by and see another man press your lovely wife down onto a bed and make naked love with her?”

“Oh my God… yes!” I gasped in astonishment.

“Well, there’s a small dark hiding place right next to the bed. It’s been very cleverly built right into the wall. I could hide you in there, then through a secret opening, you could watch your wife making love with Marc and you'd know she was safe.”

“I need that Marilyn… frankly… honestly, I'd love to see Wendy… well frankly, I'd love to watch my timid wife being fucked by another man, but I need to know she’s safe and emotionally unharmed.”

“Well if you stay near while it’s happening, then you'll know she’s safe. You could hide close by and as they start to make love… you'd see the head of his very thick penis stretch the pink skin of Wendy’s vagina and hear the first shrieking cry, but you’d see the excitement in her eyes and her arms around his neck and you'd know the cries and moans will be sounds of excitement… not hurtful sounds of fear.”

“Oh yes Marilyn… I'd love to see his… his cock sliding into my wife… ohhh God yes. But could I hide that close, I mean close enough to actually see it go into her?”

“Mmmm humm… makes your belly squirm, doesn’t it?”

My hostess glanced out at the dance floor. At that moment my wife raised her face toward Marc; his lips brushed the side of her cheek. “Oh look,” Marilyn suddenly whispered. “I think he’s going to kiss your wife.”

Marc held her close, whispered something close to her ear and she raised her warm lips to his. Their lips touched and sealed. It was a brief kiss, but opened mouthed and sensual. My tender wife… was warmly kissing another man while his excited cock pressed against her belly! Oh God, my heart was thumping.

That little pointy tongue and the soft warm lips I’d kissed a thousand times now touched those of another man. Through my daze, I heard the slow whisper at my ear. “Your wife is very excited now… did you see how she clung to him as they kissed. Oh Brad, I think it’s going to happen soon. Marc is gentle, but when he gets Wendy alone, he’ll break-down any last resistance.”

“You… you think she'll resist?”

“Oh yes, if this is her first time… she'll resist a little, but he’ll manage to get her clothes off… or a least get her skirt up.”

“My wife has… has panties under her skirt,” I stupidly mumbled.

“Really Brad… do you think her panties will stop him… for even a minute?”

I drew a deep breath and held it as the image rushed to my mind, of his hands under my wife's skirt… getting an erection as Wendy struggled. An image of him easing onto her, pressing a knee between her thighs to nudge her knees apart and quickly slipping between her thrashing legs… I thought of him reaching between their bodies, quietly un-zipping his pants and sneaking his stiff cock out through his fly... getting it up under her skirt, his hand slipping up between her thighs, his sly fingertip hooking under the leg of my wife's white panty crotch, pulling aside… stretching the elastic just enough to quickly sneak the head of his cock under the moist warmth of her panty leg…

I imagined her breathy gasps and the feeble struggles to wiggle away from the warm head of his cock, trying to get it out from under the leg of her panties and get her legs closed. The wiggling of her hips, the twisting and struggling only rubbed the thick head of his cock more firmly against the crease of her snug little cunt. And I imagined how it would ease through the tickle of curly hairs, press snuggly against the little slippery seam in her loins… the snug warm flesh loosening… closing warmly, wetly around the head of his cock. Then a quick back-hunching thrust… and he’s sliding smoothly through the thin blonde pubic hairs and into my wife's pink mucus flesh. And I heard her screechy gasp and his groan as the cloying warmth of her inner body slithered in slippery gooey ripples over the long length of his cock.

Pulsing, thick and warm, the head is deep into the pink warmth of my wife's vagina… a gluey connection of genitalia… then a first lift and thrust. And from the swirling distance of a far away galaxy I heard my darling’s first shrieking burst of breath. And the feeble struggle is over, her squirming hips work with him now, lifting to take the thrusts of his cock. The sound of her whimpers swirled through my head and the party hostess heard me draw a quick breath. My jaw muscles tightened and the breath seemed to whistle through my clenched teeth.

“Oh Brad, don’t fret and worry, she’ll enjoy and cherish the experience… But are you sure you can handle seeing this? Remember fantasy is one thing, but the reality of seeing your naked wife on her back, a man with an erect penis moving between her legs… well, it creates quite a different dynamic.”

A prickly feeling raced up the back of my neck. My hands were shaking, I was stammering nervously as I thought of them now lying groin-to-groin, her knees up, his pubic bone rubbing against the little blondish tuffs of hair in my wife's crotch. “Ohhh my God, yes Marilyn, I’d like to be close by… and see and hear my wife… if this really happens.”

“All right Brad, I'll take you up to another part of the house and hide you in a place where you can watch while your wife is having sex with another man, but it must be our secret… you’ll be able to watch Wendy and listen to her sounds, but you must never reveal the secrets of this hidden room.”

“This room… this place where he'll take my wife… there’s a bed there?”

“Ohh yes there’s a wall mirror and a wide very special bed with soft pillows and white satin sheets and there’s a secure spot very close to the side of bed where you can watch while Marc makes love with your wife, but after it’s over, you must promise to tell no one. Will you swear never to tell?”

“Yes… yes of course. I won't tell anyone.”

“Quickly then, come with me. I’ll show you where to hide and wait for him to bring Wendy. The band will play another set or two and take a break… and Marc will show your wife around the house. Very likely he'll manage to entice Wendy up to this secluded area.”

“An’ then…?” I mumbled.

“Well, he'll steal a kiss or two and then… well we'll see…”

I felt my heart beating, the burning warmth creeping up to the backs of my ears...

Ohhhh my God… this is really going to happen…….

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To be continued in (Chapter 4)

B.W.B.

[HerLittleGuy]

Nice build-up. You've got me wondering where this is going! Looking forward to part 4.

HLG

[roadrunner]

OK, that's gave me my 'fix' for a while. I'll be ready for another soon!

[hotcouplesw]

wainting for pt 4

[rickflst]

God this is so hot. I will be waiting whole heartedly for the next chapter.

[weluvtoodoit]

Well, BWB, I am waiting to hear "the rest of the story" - and I am waiting to hear you describe "the Wife-Watcher". My imagination says he's tall, blonde, and very well-endowed. Can I be correct? Please indulge me...

love from,
Another "Marilyn"

[Bert Bronson]

Well my precious Marilyn, since I've always known you as “Mare” I thought you'd recognize yourself in the “Watching’ story. I have an inclination to use the “first” names only of real people in my stories, for example, people who write to me, or people I know of through Inigo’s web site. Wendy as you know is my wife and Marc happens to be my neighbor across the back yard fence.

Mare, in the past we've discussed vulgarity and it’s hard for me to make a story interesting for you and the other ladies who read this web site and still nasty enough for the men. But I do love you ladies, so I try to hold down the vulgarity and include a lot of naughty “situations” and “foreplay” hoping the dialogue will warm your sweet panties a little… well, maybe quite a lot!

Regarding your input about describing the “Wife Watcher”… and describing “Marc:” Well my sweet girl, it's my pleasure to indulge you, but I think the guys really only care about a very vivid description of my pretty blonde Wendy and all her precious parts. Guys… what do you say?

But in my future writing, I'd really make use of onsite responses from you ladies… what do you like? How can I make some of the stories better for the female readers? I know from your e-mails there’s a bunch of you out there. So how would you like me to “try” writing a few stories, composed deliberately and specifically for the likes of you naughty ladies????

B.W.B

[Romanza]

Excellent